Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing London Community Gospel Choir to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
the Slits,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Harmonia,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.